"I can finally rest..."
In the big office, Lu Ping rarely took a moment to relax by the fire. The second game was over, and the third game was still far away at the end of June. Even if the competition venue was prepared a month in advance, there would still be a long period of rest. .
Not only him, but William and Moody were also lying lazily, with no intention of working at all.
The second game was indeed very lively, but the three of them arranged all the work under the lake. The Ministry of Magic staff assisted in setting up only the arena on the lake.
The three of them sneaked into the lake, brought some gifts to the fishmen, leveled the venue for the duel, helped the fishmen repair the house, and checked whether any dangerous creatures had mixed in at the bottom of the lake during this period...
And after completing all this, the three of them focused on preventing too dangerous accidents throughout the process, so as to carry out rescue at any time.
Although the ending was good, the Hogwarts warriors won - although the method was a drug that no one had ever been taught, but fortunately they were still measured, but after learning the result, everyone felt tired for a while. It's so boring, I just want to warm up quietly by the fire.
It wasn't until it got a little dark that William stood up first, rummaged for snacks from the drawer, and threw them to his two colleagues to satisfy their hunger.
Moody still took it, sniffed it with his nose, and inspected it with his magic eye for a long time before tearing open the package.
"Fortunately, the next game will be held in June, otherwise my retired body will not be able to bear this kind of torment... I will give Albus my resignation next year and say I will not do anything anymore. I have to enjoy my life." Retirement life."
"Can you bear to abandon this year's sixth graders like this?"
William blinked, "How many sixth-grade students in this class can pass the Auror preliminary assessment?"
Although it is a bit unethical to let a retired professor work for one more year, but with Moody's hatred, if the Dark Lord is resurrected this year, it is better for him to return to Hogwarts. It will be harder to work. Better than being targeted by the Dark Lord.
Half of the Death Eaters deep in Azkaban were captured by Moody himself, which means that the combined hatred value of the rest of the Aurors is not as high as Moody - although the Dark Lord does not care about the Death Eaters that much, But Moody was too conspicuous.
Considering the possibility of Moody being overthrown by Death Eaters, William did not dare to let him leave next year and live alone outside the school.
"You are more evil than that guy Albus..."
Moody rolled his eyes at William angrily and stopped mentioning the topic of quitting next year - the quality of this class of students was very good. He believed that if he personally taught them for another year, this group of students would be able to do well in the graduation assessment. The recruited Aurors were stunned.
Just as the three of them were admiring the sunset again, a brown owl suddenly flew to the window sill of the large office and tapped the window with its beak.
William, who was closest to the window, secretly shouted bad luck. He stood up and looked at the letter through the window. After confirming that it was not a yelling letter, he waved his hand and the window opened naturally.
He stretched and called over the food bowl with owl food on the side, ready to hand it to the little guy who delivered the message.
However, it didn't even look at the owl food and flew straight towards Moody.
Moody's eyes suddenly became serious. He stood there, carefully observed the owl, and then used his magic eye to observe from another angle. After that, he patiently observed the letter on the owl's leg.
He took out his wand and directly cast the Iron Armor Curse on himself - this nervous look suddenly made William and the others unable to sit still, and they quickly stood up to protect themselves.
William even put a layer of protection on everyone's table, and then he felt relieved.
Moody saw that William and the others were almost ready, then he waved his magic wand and let the letter fall down by itself. After staring at it with his magic eye to no avail, he breathed a sigh of relief and patiently observed the wax seal of the letter.
"There is no problem...but, how could it be?"
He muttered and began to dismantle the wax seal - it was a specialized spell, quite difficult. William glanced at it and turned away, indicating that he had no intention of studying it.
Moody carefully put on his dragon leather gloves and began to take the letter out of the envelope, put it on the table, and started reading.
Soon, a smile appeared on Moody's face after reading the letter, then he took out a box of powder from his pocket, sprinkled a handful in the air, and stared at it for several minutes.
"Safety."
He said with satisfaction, the smile on his face even showed a bit of pride.
William glanced at the plant on the table and showed a relaxed expression after realizing that its vitality was still as tenacious as ever, "Who sent the letter, are you so nervous?"
Moody was careful when opening letters, but he had never used such complicated detection methods - after all, with his magic eye, he could tell the contents of the letter at a glance.
"Letters from the office."
Moody grinned and his face became a little happier. "They encountered some minor troubles and needed help. Those girls and boys are excellent, but they still lack experience in dealing with big things."
How could it be a minor trouble - Aurors can't solve it, and they even need to find retired Aurors to assist...
William frowned. Could it be that the Ministry of Magic discovered clues that the Dark Lord was preparing to resurrect?
Although the standard of strikers has declined in recent years, Aurors still deserve respect - if something is discovered, it is not impossible.
But looking at Moody's happy look, it doesn't look like news like the Dark Lord's resurrection, right?
"Just this weekend," Moody grinned and smiled happily, "We have to escort an old friend to live in my back garden for a while..."
back yard?
William was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what Moody was talking about.
He rolled his eyes dissatisfied, making Moody laugh - obviously, William understood what he meant by the back garden.
Where else could Moody's back garden be?
Of course it's Azkaban - the one where he filled half of the internal prisons with his own strength. To put it bluntly, he escorted the prisoners to Azkaban to serve their sentences.
'Old friend, the Aurors are all in trouble...Moody is needed to escort...'
"Is it Umbridge?"
"That's right -" Moody nodded. He was the former deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic. Umbridge was so powerful back then. Only prisoners of her level could use the most elite Moody. Auror.
"Would you two like to go and meet each other?"
Moody asked sincerely. He usually didn't bother to talk about the past when chatting in the office. If he wanted to show it, he would show it with real things - his results were all locked up in Azkaban, so he should show them to the two of them. Colleagues showed it.
Of course, this was just a temporary idea and had absolutely nothing to do with the Merlin Medal.
"Go, I need to see how those Death Eaters react."
William agreed immediately - the Death Eaters in the prison did not know that the Dark Lord might be resurrected this year. If they knew that there was an existence like Umbridge, they might be upset and reveal some incredible information.
The Dark Lord originally disappeared, and a group of hidden Death Eaters were sent in last summer. Even if it was a blow, if they learned this year that they were not the most favored, all the hidden Death Eaters would be dug out. Sent to Azkaban...
Thinking from his perspective, the future of the organization is becoming more and more bleak. It is confirmed that he is the boss's confidant and it is because the boss is teasing him... More or less, their mentality will explode, right?
There was no conflict between preventing the Dark Lord's resurrection and taking down the Death Eaters - William was happy to put in the extra hours.
"Professor Lupine, what about you?"
Moody looked at Lupin again and asked.
There was a struggling expression on Lupine's face. It was obvious that he was hesitating, but in the end he made up his mind. Although Umbridge had a law that was friendly to werewolves, the previous law that oppressed werewolves She didn't take care of herself...
"That's right," William looked at Lupine and agreed, remembering an important question.
"How long was Umbridge sentenced? I didn't see it mentioned in the newspaper that it was a secret trial?"
"No, the public trial hasn't started yet."
Moody looked at William with a look like why would you ask such a question.
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"This herb is also done..."
In the small shop, Bertha looked at the mail carried by the owl with joy - she had obtained the ingredients for a resurrection potion, which was progressing much faster than expected.
At this time, the wind chime at the door made a pleasant sound.
'Are there guests? '
Bertha quickly put away the herbs and walked out from the counter, ready to do business, but when she saw the person for the first time, her expression changed decisively.
"Good afternoon, Miss Bertha."
A bouquet of red roses was displayed, with embellished forget-me-nots and a flower unknown to Bertha.
The visitor placed the bouquet on the counter in a familiar manner, and then took out a vase for arranging flowers as if he were offering a treasure.
"Last time you said there was no suitable vase in the store, Miss Bertha, so I went to find a vase that would match your store!"
He said proudly, his face full of sincerity.
"It's too ugly. I don't like the color."
Bertha shook her head and responded perfunctorily.
"Ah, never mind, Miss Bertha, it's a magic vase!"
The visitor happily tapped the vase with his magic wand, and it instantly changed color.
Knocking again, another color appeared. He showed off more than a dozen colors and looked at Bertha as if he were offering a treasure.
"The look is so ugly!"
"Ah - that doesn't matter, we just need to tap on the right side and imagine its shape!"
"I still don't like it. I can't design a very artistic look. I prefer to appreciate other people's artistic achievements."
"ah…"
The visitor lowered his head in disappointment, picked up the vase in disappointment, and left with a look of despair.
"Second place..."
Bertha shook her head - she didn't understand, even though the wizards here were still being oppressed, and she was even working hard to solve the issue of wizard status, how could these people...
She looked at herself in the mirror. The Dark Lord had painstakingly planned her makeup so that she could better complete her lurking duties in the affiliated town of Ilvermorny. Although the income was indeed good, it also introduced some troubles. …
"If I don't open a store, I might be able to refuse decisively... But now..."
However, the wind chimes rang again.
Bertha looked up. It was the same...
"Good afternoon. Is there anything else you can do? Or did you leave something behind for me, Mr. Scott?"
"I almost forgot something big!"
Scott put the vase on the counter and pulled out a magazine, "Miss Bertha, you have been paying attention to things in the British wizarding world, so I got the latest Daily Prophet and some popular magazines over there. !"
"Look, this is a report about the second game of the Triwizard Tournament - Ivermorny lost miserably, and no relevant news was reported in the country."
"And this, the news that Umbridge, the former Deputy Minister of Magic, is about to be put on trial!"
"By the way, there is also this. Maybe Miss Bertha will interest you. It tells the story of Umbridge and the mysterious man. There is also a photo of the mysterious man on it!"
"This magazine is said to have sold out in the British wizarding community!"
His words were so excited that even Tom was startled.
"Put the magazine away, Bertha..."
He conveyed his thoughts - during this time he tried to remember whether he had set up Umbridge, the hidden Death Eater, but found nothing.
But no matter the opponent's method of revenge, his insistence on ideas, or his behavior of climbing up, all of them were in line with his approval - what he had to admit was that even if he took over the Ministry of Magic, this Umbridge was completely Can serve as deputy minister...
Therefore, he doubted whether he had lost any vital memory on the day his body was damaged...
Therefore, he eagerly hoped that he could see Umbridge's news - maybe it would help him recall something.
"Thank you, Mr. Scott..."
Bertha could only reluctantly accept the other party's kindness, and after a brief conversation, she finally looked through the magazine with relief.
To be honest, she admired Umbridge now.
"Eh?"
"Eh eh eh?"
Bertha was stunned on the first page of the magazine - what happened?
This is a…
"Keep turning, Bertha."
There was a hint of instability in Tom's voice - he very much doubted whether it was really...
"Ah! It's the Dark Lord!"
Bertha suddenly became excited and pointed to the photo in the magazine - to be honest, she had never seen what the Dark Lord looked like.
However, the Dark Lord behind her head was silent.
The photo is not of him - he may have lost his memory, but he still remembers his unintimidating face.
'This is not me…the magazine was edited! The so-called feelings are also made up! '
'How dare they! ! ! '
The cold magic power rioted, indiscriminately eroding the floor, ceiling, glass cabinets, and the products placed in the glass cabinets!
"Lord Dark Lord, stop it!"
Bertha gritted her teeth and summoned up the courage to shout.
"Stop it, we have no money!"
"No money…"
The Dark Lord, who was about to explode, was frightened by these words, and the expanded magic power was quickly put away - even so, the ground was still somewhat damaged, and two pieces of glass were broken.
Bertha looked at the glass and the floor distressedly, and then carefully examined the ceiling.
"Another huge loss for seven Sickles... Lord Dark Lord..."
She said bitterly.